I love gardening – especially in an autumn garden – my enthusiasm is not matched by ability. That’s true for many things in my life — including housekeeping. But in both endeavors, I see connections to many life lessons ~ mainly getting the most out of the wonderful, crazy adventure this life is. Paul Newman once said, “If you have a pulse, you have a purpose.” Since I think I felt a pulse, I rejoice I have a purpose — writing about what I am learning, and hearing your feedback.
In these times of increasing powerlessness to change anything more than a light bulb, I catch my self wringing my emotional hands — What can I do? What can I say? Not much . . . Take my advice, I'm not using it … bumper sticker That’s the soil beneath the surface...
Eleven years ago, I “published” my first blog piece. I began it after four years into an unanticipated relocation, from “the Free state,” to the Lone-Star state. The organizing principle was gardening, tethered to a favorite quote from a favorite actor: “If you have...
Once upon a time, I thought this saying was a godly, comforting, kind message to share with a hurting heart. But, I’ve revised my thinking, and see this adage as about as useful as a used tissue when we are ministering to a soul in distress. Yes, we need to get a grip...
I can get a second wind at odd times, like shortly after 10 PM when many sane people are wrapping up their days. A burst of inspiration will wipe out my common sense and I will tackle a project better begun in the morning. Case in point: Christmas gift mugs. I set out...
How I lost My Charm This Time Our brush collision with pneumonia stopped us both in our tracks. (Our New Normal) Following so close on the packing up, the move, and then unpacking, it has exhausted Doug and drained me of my charm. Me with a charm deficit is not a good...
In our ten day absence, the garden grew greener and more lush. A solid week of downpours has been good for grass, shrubs, and my geraniums, though it wrecked havoc in many places in Texas. Because of the unseasonably wet and cool weather, though I cut back the roses,...
I was told I looked older than I was when I was growing up. Maybe it was a ploy to get me to behave myself; maybe I really did look older. Either way, I couldn’t wait to be older! Being older meant being in charge . . . being the boss of me. Not that I ever stopped to...
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